Abaddon glanced at Camael for only a brief second but it encouraged him to continue. He could feel Him more than he could hear Him. There had been a faint murmuring at first, perhaps something to just show he was present, but there was a light flowing through him at every barely heard word.

The demon had to ask. He couldn't put it off for any longer. He clasped his hands together as the angel did and did what he never thought he'd have the desire, let alone the means to, do - he asked for forgiveness. 

There was a silence, both the feeling and quiet sound gone for what felt like an eternity. Then, all at once, blinding light filled his vision - came *from* his eyes and from within - and he fell backwards at an impossible angle, somehow still aloft though bent with the tips of his shoes barely scraping the floor.